Dude, I literally have to ask for my job. Not because I want to bone you.
I’m being polite. I don’t actually give a shit how you are.
THEN IT’S NOT FOR YOU, STEVE. IT IS FOR JAMIE.
I JUST WANT TO EAT MY DISCOUNTED SANDWICH IN PEACE.
Sure, it’s not like your hands are disgusting or anything. Please. Touch all of the straws.
“A large, soya, chai tea latte at 143 degrees.”
“Third from the back on the left…not that one…not that one… yes.”
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